Chicago's Maps & Atlases bridge an unlikely divide between math-rock (being the domain of mostly dudes obsessing over Mars Volta's YouTube footage) and indie-pop (the comfy cocoon of under-exercised Belle-and-Sebastian-loving library rats). Maps & Atlases toy with your inner metronome with all kinds of outlandish time signatures, stop-starts, midsong interjections, and waterfalls of guitar arpeggios cascading toward organized chaos. Amazingly, frontman Dave Davison's unorthodox, nasally voice l
REVIEW AND PHOTOS BY IAN HRABE
The hardest part about seeing Vivian Girls live is trying to see through their ineffable charm. When the ladies take the stage and fill a 45-minute set with noisy, garage-rock-influenced indie-pop, it's easy to fall in love with the way they've reinvented the girl group.
Despite pretty much adoring their eponymous 2008 debut, the six months that have past since I first heard that record have led me through a whirlwind of reactions to Vivian Girls. At first I lov